Bright morning I live, My space is the world. When the world is my space, I am determined to live beyond limits, Even in the rumble, crack, and abysmal, My space is the world. Thousands of people but they never own my space, I am a unique entity and I utilise my space. My space […]
He hit me He hit me again today The first time it happened He said I provoked him It was only one slap So I forgave him The second time, he’d had a bad day and I asked a stupid question “Why did you come home late?” I always do that he once told me…
I can learn , I can write, I can speak, I can act, I can jog, I can swim, I can whistle, I can jump, Is getting old a choice? I am young, I can do a lot of things, I have the strength, I have the energy, Getting old, huh… Never a choice! Although,
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When the pen decides to stand-out on plain sheets, It effect knows no bound. When imagination allows itself to be crafted out, It effect spreads beyond the shores. When dreams allows itself to be made manifest, It action goes beyond the words of the mouth. When chaos is scribbled as a script, It effect goes beyond the
Journey of no return, Death, Death, the beginning of a new life, New happenings, new growth process. I learnt he never rested in death, At the spot, they told them, “He is gone on a journey to the great beyond”
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I have often felt so lonely, Often, crippling beneath my thoughts I am encapsulated as a groundnut in its pod. Loneliness gripped my ability, Loneliness kills my vulnerability, I have often wanted more from life, Often wanted more from friendships, And more, from experiences, But, I feel encamped by loneliness, I could not shield myself
Soft, succulent and tender is my abode, My place of rest The place I call home, Your warmth, my warmth The only shelter made for me. Dozing off on you Seems like a journey to Iceland, A journey filled with smiles and comfort. When I lie in you, I know my pains are gone.
I am a child born by post-colonisation, All they make me understand was that, “Colonisation made me a slave” But now, I am a freed slave. I no longer have to do what the white man says, “Les hommes blancs” no longer have their grip over me. But their aroma is still in the
The arrival of the Europeans changed a lot of things about our culture and heritage, We were bought with sweets and guns, our forefathers sold out our heritage for an unwarranted gain. They sold us to oppression and slavery in the name of westernisation. In the name Colonialism. They said they brought us religion, education,
After nine months, I gave birth to you my precious jewel, You were my morning and my night, You were like the star that shineth in darkness, The moon that chased away all my darkness, I brought you to the world in pain, I believed bearing you would erased my sorrows,
